After blogging about how well I was doing with my food and exercise last week, I well and truly ran head-first into a great, big brick wall.
Pride cometh before a fall is such a true saying.
Too many late nights, interrupted sleeps and early starts left me in quite a funk. I did a few half-hearted runs and workouts, and basically ate all the carbs for about three days straight. Whenever I ‘slip up’ I revert immediately to all-or-nothing thinking: ‘Oh well, I’ve stuffed that meal up – may as well carry on today, it won’t hurt’. Except it does hurt. I felt so exhausted after those three days, partly because I hadn’t been fuelling my body properly.
And the self-talk. I am brutal to myself. I was fat, lazy, you name it. If I was talking to my best friend, you can bet I wouldn’t be such a mean girl. ‘Angela’, I would say to myself, ‘Everyone slips up. It’s normal, to be expected. It’s not the end of the world. It’s a blip. Make better choices at your next meal.’
But I eventually took stock, let myself have a day off exercising, and got back on the Trim Healthy Mama wagon. This week I am doing another fuel cycle, as I think my frustration at not getting down another dress size is partially to blame for last week’s funk. The fuel cycle may just help to kick-start things again. I got in a decent run this morning and feel much better for it.
Journeys – especially health journeys – are not always in a straight line. Often they look like this:
And that’s okay.